So I come home from work and find a note on the door:
Goosie
There’s a cat in the house.
DON’T STEP ON HER!
Her name is MinnieMouser. (wat)
I fed her a little dry stuff at 9:30. Give her more if you like.
Food is in the pantry by your coffee. I set up the litterbox in the bathroom.
later,
Liz
Now, “later” to my goddamn pea-brained hippie sister could mean anywhere from a couple hours to several years.
And she’s not returning my phone calls, of course….
As soon as I walk in the house I could hear her crying. I found her cowering under the kitchen table. She was scared of me at first but after she got a taste of my ham sammich she calmed down a little but I think she’s still undecided about making me her new best friend.
Although she’s totally stressed out she did let me pick her up and handle her. She’s a domestic shorthair tuxedo cat (!), between 1-2 years old.
She also just got fixed. Like maybe yesterday. Her stitches are still intact and she has the telltale green tattoo on her shaved belly.
Judging by the amount of food and the huge bag of litter it looks like she’s going to be here a while.
Who’s cat is this? Why is she here? And why won’t my idiot sister return my phone calls???
Ah well, I’m sure I’ll get the answers eventually…and I’ll post more pics when she’s feeling better. Stay tuned ghetto.
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I like the name. You can call her MetalMonkey as a nickname.
She is gorgeous!!
I’ve heard of crap like this where someone obtains a pet like you have here, becomes attached to it, spends money on it, and months/years later, the original owner shows up demanding it be given back and won’t hand over a cent for all of the expenses.
Send a registered/certified letter to your sister’s last known address saying that if she doesn’t take the cat back by 30th June, you will assume ownership of it. And then go get the cat licensed in your name on 1st July. 😀
*UPDATE*
Well, I got a partial story.
A friend of my sister manages apartments and condos for a realty firm. Apparently someone left this kitty behind when they moved out so she took it home.
Unfortunately her daughter is allergic to cats so she ended up in the basement for two months. She tried everything and asked everyone she knew if they could adopt it to no avail. It was headed for the shelter when my sister stepped up and took it to my place. The two people I got this info from have no idea how she got fixed.
So it’s looking like this little bunny is all mine.
Sister is coming by tomorrow to “explain everything”….
Funny thing is, she could have just called me and said, “Hey Goose, I have a tuxedo cat. You want it?”
I would have instantly said yes.
awww teh kitteh
:3